Love’s reality

he says he knows my moods but cannot name them
and whose to blame him?
who wants to talk of suicide and being left behind?
or a rage that would make front page?
being volatile and all up in his face?
we don’t want that, it’s such disgrace
so we put on a brave face
and say we cannot name the moods
that confuse
and confound
as they liberally abound
no
no, no, no,
we don’t talk of such things and the reality they bring
rather let’s perform and pretend and hide
from the truth that waits to flood with the rising tide
and when overwhelmed and drowning
taking a bipolar pounding
he’ll leave because he finally sees
the proof that lies in the truth

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